Voldemort was trembling. For a long time, he had been an extremely proud person.

He took it for granted that a wizard like himself with ancient noble blood, impressive magical talent, and even extraordinary wisdom should be proud.

No, it's pride.

Voldemort believed that he had absolute qualifications and could be proud of himself.

Even though he failed several times in a row, Voldemort believed from the bottom of his heart that there was nothing shameful in being defeated by the combined efforts of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

As conceited as Voldemort was, he had to admit that these two old men possessed the most powerful strength in the world. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to cooperate with the Returned Ones.

But so what, the strength of these two people comes from their age of a century. They are younger, more talented, and more ambitious. What's more, they still team up to deal with him.

Moreover, the environment in which he grew up was incomparable to those from wizarding families. The experience in the orphanage gave Voldemort a vague and strange sense of superiority - I grew up in such a difficult environment, and I had no one to teach me magic.

knowledge, but I do it better than you!

But now, the scene in his memory made Voldemort no longer able to maintain the peace of mind he thought he had.

Defeating at the hands of Dumbledore and Grindelwald is acceptable. This kid has only studied magic for a few years. He is not even a mixed-race. He comes from a humble Muggle family.

A mudblood who was supposed to be at the bottom actually had the gall to pretend to be himself and deceive his most powerful subordinate.

even!

Under the guidance of the other party's words, little Barty became even more loyal!

This strong sense of disparity was completely unacceptable to Voldemort.

He stared hard at Sean in his memory, wanting to tear him into pieces.

The memory will not be interrupted due to Voldemort's mood swings. This has already happened, and Sean is still brainwashing Barty.

"Barty, how much do you know about souls?"

Little Barty said respectfully: "It's very rare. I probably only know a rudimentary Imperius Curse, so of course it's nothing in front of you."

Sean smiled proudly: "Of course... Barty, I have been studying souls, and this time, the dirty soul fragment I separated out is both a good thing and a troublesome thing."

"Why do you say that, great master?" Little Barty asked cooperatively.

Sean waved his wand gently, and the tip of his wand emitted a green light: "Wallop's body is so good, so good that I can't believe he is actually a mudblood... Ha, but this body is now

It's mine, I've completely taken over it and integrated my soul into this body."

"However, even I dare not say that I have fully understood the mysteries of the soul. Accidents still happen..." Sean's eyes became gloomy.

"Master?" Little Barty looked at Sean eagerly.

"When I took over the body, this boy's soul resisted very fiercely. Dumbledore and Grindelwald once taught him the magic spell about the soul, but he was still able to barely sustain it under my attack -" Sean

He told lies without changing his expression, but little Barty's expression clearly showed that he completely believed it.

In fact, he felt great trust because of his master's unreserved treatment of him.

"Of course I can slowly solve this kid's soul, but unfortunately, he was in Nurmengard at the time, and the old immortal Grindelwald would always pay attention to him..." Sean snorted hard, with a look on his face.

With resentment, "I have hidden it from other people's eyes, so of course I cannot fail at the most critical moment."

"But I, Voldemort, am the greatest dark wizard after all," Sean proudly raised his chin in Barty's fanatical eyes, "I have found a better solution - for so many years, I have been studying souls

I also encountered big troubles at times, and although I resolved them, they still left some hidden dangers deep in my soul..."

Little Barty was shocked. The importance of the soul to a wizard is self-evident.

Just as he was about to speak anxiously, his eyes suddenly widened, and then the anxious expression on his face immediately turned to surprise.

"Master, you said you separated a pile of garbage?"

Sean smiled proudly: "Barty, you are still as sharp as ever - yes, I took this opportunity to separate the hidden dangers deep in my soul. Now I have the body with the most potential and the

The strongest soul is indivisible, and I will become stronger."

"Master, I am moved by your wisdom and strength." Little Barty knelt down on one knee again.

"Get up, my friend," Sean chuckled softly, "Do you know why I am telling you this?"

"First of all, of course it's your trust in me, and secondly, it should be the little trouble you just mentioned?"

Sean smiled with satisfaction: "It's really pleasant to talk to a smart person like you."

"It's all master. You teach me well." Little Barty said respectfully.

Even in his memory, Voldemort almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

This mutual compliment between master and servant made him feel terrible.

Sean patted the other party's shoulder: "Buddy, on that soul fragment, the consciousness belonging to Sean Wallop has been completely killed by me. However, his resentment and unwillingness before his death attached to my separation.

A strange thing formed on the fragments that went out."

"Like a ghost?"

"It's somewhat similar, but you don't understand the principle. All you need to know is that the soul fragment has now escaped to a certain corner of the world, and is slowly regaining its strength."

"So, Master? Should I find the fragment and destroy it?" Barty asked quickly.

Sean waved his hand: "It's not that simple. It is essentially a part of my soul. Although it is garbage, it also takes away part of my strength and knowledge. For me, that is not a big problem, but for you

, there may be hidden dangers.”

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"I don't have much energy in the next time. I want to regain my strength and move to a higher level. During this period, my main attention will not be on you..." Sean turned back

He looked at her with admiration and trust, "Buddy, you are different from those idiots with evil intentions, so I want to tell you this."

"Master!" This huge trust almost made little Barty burst into tears.

"When I retreat, that soul fragment may slowly become active. It may want to take advantage of it, and then try to grab what belongs to me. But I am not someone it can afford, so...

..." Sean looked at Barty with an expression of "You know what I mean?"

Little Barty thought hard for a while, then raised his head in shock: "You mean, it will disguise itself as you while you are away, and then come to us."

"That's right," Sean nodded slightly, "Although it is garbage, it carries my aura, and even you can't tell any difference. And when I am in retreat, I will not be able to receive you.

The message you sent me, when the time comes, you will have to face it alone..."

Little Barty immediately raised his head and puffed up his chest subconsciously.

"Master, no one can shake my loyalty to you! I am willing to make an unbreakable oath for this!"

Sean clapped his hands in relief: "Very good, your determination makes me feel happy. There is no need to swear, my most trusted friend."

The memory slowly turned into foam and mist and dissipated, and the two people's voices became smaller and smaller.

"Remember, don't let that garbage blind you."

"Yes, Master!"

In the room of the dark manor, the ugly baby suddenly raised its head from the pensieve.

Voldemort was panting violently, and even the snake's face had an unhealthy blush.

"Master, master?" Wormtail saw this scene, he approached cautiously, and boldly asked.

Voldemort's breathing gradually subsided, and his voice returned to its former coldness.

"Get out of here, Wormtail."

"Ah? Lord, Master?" Wormtail didn't react for a moment.

Voldemort's slender eyes glanced slightly, and the chill in his voice was frightening.

"I said, get out of here."

"Yes Yes!"

Wormtail ran out of the room as if lifeless, and closed the door with trembling hands.

Silence returned to the room.

After a while, a dazzling green light hit the opposite wall hard, rocks flew, and expensive antique vases and famous paintings were instantly reduced to ashes.

Voldemort's voice came out word by word from between his teeth, and his bone-chilling murderous intent and endless resentment almost took shape.

"Shawn-Wallup!"

…

"Sean - Wallop!" The girl's clear voice sounded, but it contained some anger and dissatisfaction.

Sean, who was lying on the cushion in a daze, turned his head and saw an angry Hermione. The little white flower behind her was secretly gesticulating with him.

"Hey, good evening girls - what's up, Hermione?" Sean didn't respond.

Hermione glared at him angrily: "You're still asking me? You actually skipped class?! Oh my god, I can't believe it - it's Snape's class! You didn't even see Snape's expression!

Harry even got an extra three points deducted for this!"

Sean was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with shock.

Too bad, there were too many things going on. He was so lost in thought that he forgot about the potions lesson...
To be continued...